Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.